It wasn’t often spiritual beings died-or rather, left their world so to say. They couldn’t really die, no. Their soul was trapped on Earth for eternity, the true curse of immorality no one ever talked about. They were never to pass on to whatever lie beyond, no matter how much they wished. They would simply cease to exist yet still remain, unable to affect any part of the world around them. They could not be seen, heard, touched or touch a thing, spirit or non. They were truly, inevitably, and solely alone.
That is why they tried so hard to avoid such a fate, even when they were already in solitude.
Still, they trea
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Curiosity Changed the Jack pt. 4
"North!" I continued to yell as I ran up to the library, Jackson still struggling in my arms. To my relief the black sand was beginning to thin out above his head, but tears had begun to trickle down his cheeks.
I'm gonna kill ' im.
I burst through the doors of the library, thinking for only a moment about the stacks of books I sent toppling over as I rushed up to the old Cossack, only stopping when I was directly in front of him. North turned faster than I thought was possible for a man of his size, and his eyes widened with confusion and fear as they came to rest upon the boy in my arms.
"Bunny, what-!"
"Pitch." I s
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Prom is overrated-or not
“Have a good time, son!”
Henrik “Hiccup” Haddock’s prom was going to be boring, loud, and easily forgotten just as he planned. He wore a black, standard tuxedo, simple emerald green tie (that Astrid insisted matched his eyes), and had somehow managed to slick his auburn hair back away from his eyes just enough to be considered different from his causal look. He had wanted to stay seated at his table, mess around on his phone, and wait for the dance to be over. His father had made him come, being the police chief to chaperone and all, not wanting him to be left alone at the house all night. Like normal.
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House Call, ch. 7 [FINAL]
Bunny’s heart pounded in his chest, his breathing ragged as he raced through his tunnels. He hadn’t paused a moment when Jack disappeared, the Nightmare King not too far after, to open his tunnels and race after the dark, invisible trail left in the wake of the quick battle. He ground his teeth together, anger coursing through his veins.
Oh, Pitch was in for it now. He had crossed the final line a long time ago, and once again had Jack in his clutches. The boy wasn’t defenseless-Bunny knew that, but the way he had cried for help, the way he’d been so weak after the first fight with the Nightmare King…it
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Lights to Guide Me Home ch. 3
I was in for it. I was in for it big time.
I ran as fast as I could, the wind did nothing to aid me. Not that I thought it would; it had stopped assisting me the last time I'd come above ground. It was as if it was mad at me...not that I could blame it. Of course, I wasn't really sure why it had used to help me in the first place.
Making my way back to Pitch, I couldn't help but let my thoughts drift. What if all of this was completely wrong? Why do I work with Pitch, surely I could get along with this Jack Frost character, he and I seemed a lot alike! Well, from what Jamie had said at least. And maybe...the other spirits, the Gu
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Nightmares. Chapter 3: Back at the Pole
It took us at least four hours to get to the Pole; during most of them I struggled to control the wind to follow Toothiana and Sandman. My headache, refusing to be ignored, continued to worsen. My head throbbed and every time I looked down my stomach would perform a series of flips. I managed however, but was greatly thankful when I could finally see the wide open land of the northern artic.
Sandy had continued to glance back at me throughout the trip, taking notice of my discomfort. Thankfully, he did not notify Tooth of it; he only shot me expressions full of concern. I would smile at him weakly as if to say Don't worry, I'm fine, r
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Old Friends ch. 5
A streak of white, blue, and brown rushed by us, winding blowing the snow around in a frenzy. Nicholas, Lizzy, and I all looked up, and what I saw brought tears of joy to my eyes.
Up above us floated none other than Jack Frost, and wrapped tightly in his arms was Jackson, whose eyes were clenched shut and shaking, but safe. Jack smiled down at me shyly.
"Sorry for cutting that so close!" Jack joked. I couldn't help but laugh, shaking the shock from my system.
"Hey, you made it in time didn't you?"
Jackson opened his eyes and looked up at who was holding him in awe.
"Jack Frost?" I could hear my son whisper.
Jack sm
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ROTG-Reflecting
“So, where do ya think he went when he left?”
The question caught her off guard. Toothiana turned away from her fairies, feathers perked in confusion and curiosity as she looked to the Pooka sitting below her. He had an egg in his palm, paint brush in the other, and his eyes turned up towards hers, filled with thoughtfulness. She rested her wings as she floated down beside Aster and sank into the cushion of the plush seat silently.
“What?”
“Jack. During Easter, after the egg hunt mishap,” Aster’s words were quiet, soft as his eyes turned to the egg in his palm. The color finally clicked in her
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Prom is overrated-or not
“Have a good time, son!”
Henrik “Hiccup” Haddock’s prom was going to be boring, loud, and easily forgotten just as he planned. He wore a black, standard tuxedo, simple emerald green tie (that Astrid insisted matched his eyes), and had somehow managed to slick his auburn hair back away from his eyes just enough to be considered different from his causal look. He had wanted to stay seated at his table, mess around on his phone, and wait for the dance to be over. His father had made him come, being the police chief to chaperone and all, not wanting him to be left alone at the house all night. Like normal.
Shipping
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House Call, ch. 7 [FINAL] by TheStarsofPines, literature
Literature
House Call, ch. 7 [FINAL]
Bunny’s heart pounded in his chest, his breathing ragged as he raced through his tunnels. He hadn’t paused a moment when Jack disappeared, the Nightmare King not too far after, to open his tunnels and race after the dark, invisible trail left in the wake of the quick battle. He ground his teeth together, anger coursing through his veins.
Oh, Pitch was in for it now. He had crossed the final line a long time ago, and once again had Jack in his clutches. The boy wasn’t defenseless-Bunny knew that, but the way he had cried for help, the way he’d been so weak after the first fight with the Nightmare King…it
“So, where do ya think he went when he left?”
The question caught her off guard. Toothiana turned away from her fairies, feathers perked in confusion and curiosity as she looked to the Pooka sitting below her. He had an egg in his palm, paint brush in the other, and his eyes turned up towards hers, filled with thoughtfulness. She rested her wings as she floated down beside Aster and sank into the cushion of the plush seat silently.
“What?”
“Jack. During Easter, after the egg hunt mishap,” Aster’s words were quiet, soft as his eyes turned to the egg in his palm. The color finally clicked in her
Prom is overrated-or not by TheStarsofPines, literature
Literature
Prom is overrated-or not
“Have a good time, son!”
Henrik “Hiccup” Haddock’s prom was going to be boring, loud, and easily forgotten just as he planned. He wore a black, standard tuxedo, simple emerald green tie (that Astrid insisted matched his eyes), and had somehow managed to slick his auburn hair back away from his eyes just enough to be considered different from his causal look. He had wanted to stay seated at his table, mess around on his phone, and wait for the dance to be over. His father had made him come, being the police chief to chaperone and all, not wanting him to be left alone at the house all night. Like normal.
He wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up in the water.
One moment, he had been up on the pier with the rest of his friends, trying his best to listen to their elder’s speech on the history of the pier while keeping his balance on the swaying structure, and then the next, he was instead trying to keep his head above the waves.
Which, would have been scary to anyone of course, as the ocean was not known for calm waves in the slightest. The fact that it was dark out did not help matters either, nor did the fact that the coast of the seaside village of Burgess wasn’t exactly warm this time of year.
So yeah. Definitely scary
Some games are not meant to be played.
‘It’ll be fun they said, it’s harmless they said…none of it will work they said…’
These were all thoughts running through Hiccup’s mind as he stood frozen while his new companion wrapped himself around him. He resisted the urge to shiver at the boy’s freezing touch, his skin so pale and hair white against his own. The book he’d been reading from only moments before was now on the ground, still open to the spell page he’d used at his friends’ request. It was just supposed to be a dare, a harmless little game; read one spell in the wo
Immortality: The Downfalls by TheStarsofPines, literature
Literature
Immortality: The Downfalls
It wasn’t often spiritual beings died-or rather, left their world so to say. They couldn’t really die, no. Their soul was trapped on Earth for eternity, the true curse of immorality no one ever talked about. They were never to pass on to whatever lie beyond, no matter how much they wished. They would simply cease to exist yet still remain, unable to affect any part of the world around them. They could not be seen, heard, touched or touch a thing, spirit or non. They were truly, inevitably, and solely alone.
That is why they tried so hard to avoid such a fate, even when they were already in solitude.
Still, they trea
They Say You Die Twice by TheStarsofPines, literature
Literature
They Say You Die Twice
The Guardians knew they didn’t have very long.
The event they’d all been dreading for months was near, no matter how long they had tried to prolong it. All four original Guardians had put forth effort to stop it, to help him get believers once more, to spread awareness of his spirit and fun through their own believers…
But he knew it wasn’t going to last.
*
Jack sat quietly in the globe room, tired and breathless as more and more of his power disappeared. His whole body had started to become numb a couple of hours ago, any previous ache he’d had from sitting on the hard stone table long gone now. His staff was r
“H-Hiccup.”
Jack’s voice cracked through the speaker of Hiccup’s cellphone as the auburn clutched it tightly against his ear. He had stared at the caller ID with confusion, clueless to who it was going to be. He had nearly declined the call. And now he was hearing Jack’s voice again. No matter how pained and tight and raw it sounded it was him and he was alive. He sighed shakily at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, relief filling every part of his being as he tried to find his own voice again. It’d been so long since he’d managed to get anything out from between his lips, not since…
R
“Hey Hicc!”
The fifteen year-old brunet looked up from his book with a slightly annoyed huff, eyes set in a glare as they glanced around for the source of the voice, which Hiccup obviously recognized as his dork of a boyfriend, Jackson Overland.
Who he suddenly became aware, was perched atop of the bookshelf that sat at the top of the stairs.
“When I invited you to come hang out, I didn’t mean for you to literally hang off my father’s furniture.” Hiccup said with a roll of his eyes. “Why in Thor’s name are you up there? You’re going to hurt yourself.”
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